I Am A Neurotic Soul...
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ladyofleithian(Sorry for all the LJ posts, but considering the school blocked off TV Tropes -- those monsters. ;-) -- this'll have to do. That, and memes are awesome.)
Anyway...
Gakked from the lovely freya_sacksen:
Choose one or two or however many and a character/pairing and I'll try and write something for it. As always, you can ask for verses and see what I can come up with.
1) we would all be fools to pray for justice
2) great charity, bad tactics
3) a place beyond fear
4) prayer is a dangerous business
5) trying to build a tower out of custard
6) I will not fail death
7) all things out of season
8) lit like a burning city
9) now explain why you glow in the dark
10) expect to be valued accordingly
11) such a natural, normal lethality
12) choose good actions without good knowledge
13) the confusion of mind you dub honor
14) you were born to be betrayed
15) how long have I been walking down this road?
16) any man can be kind when he is comfortable
17) I've seen him cheat himself
18) these prizes are for living men
19) in desperation, anything becomes possible
20) I'd storm heaven for you, if I knew where it was
21) ignorance is not stupidity, but it might as well be
22) with the right to rule came the duty to protect
23) they will be vastly unlucky in their children
24) but he quit just an hour too soon
25) matter remembered itself so very clearly
26) the structure of her nose alone
27) all the words in all the languages of the world that ever were or will be
28) like trying to weave a box of shadows in which to carry water
29) time and scale, both altered out of reckoning
30) even your darkness shall be treasured then
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Date: 2011-02-14 03:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-14 05:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-14 05:49 pm (UTC)Nerd/Critic
ForiegnVerse: 21, 1, 27, 8, 22, 10, 20
WishVerse: 4, 6, 11
Spoony/Insano
ForiegnVerse or NormalVerse: 9
ForiegnVerse: 7
Dominic
ForiegnVerse: 14
Ask That Guy
ForiegnVerse: 30, 2
NormalVerse or ForiegnVerse: 16
Hope you don't mind my many choices lol
Taking it Bird By Bird (1/7 Nerd/Critic)
Date: 2011-02-14 08:53 pm (UTC)It was night when the Critic finally got back home from Kickassia, and he didn't like -- at all -- what had happened. He'd been backstabbed, belittled, and utterly abandoned by the people he used to call friends (granted, Film Brain was trying to reassure him that it wasn't the case, but even so...). The only thing that got him reassured regarding coming back home was (a) he was going to see Nerd again, and (b) he was finally going to have a fricking beer.
(Seriously, he'd been president of Molossia for quite a well, and yet none of the Molossian staff had been courteous enough to even grant him a *mudslide*...)
He already tracked the Nerd down via his cursing and had to smile; some of his habits, such as swearing in South African, seemed to have rubbed off on the Nerd a bit...even if the Nerd didn't seem to realize it.
"*I will *kill*...flames on the side of my face...shit ass balls wargleblargle!*"
The Critic chuckled and rang the doorbell.
When Nerd answered it, the gamer looked him up and down before concluding, "You look like *shit*."
The Critic shrugged. "The trip didn't go too well. How are you?"
The Nerd sighed. "Permission to sue Obsidian Entertainment?"
The Critic arched an eyebrow. "Oh. Why?"
"They -- they -- argleblargle*fuck* -- "
"Slow down, Nerd, and start from the beginning!"
The Nerd seemed to visibly be trying to compose himself. "That...fucking Alpha Protocol game caused my X-Box to RROD. *Again*."
Re: Taking it Bird By Bird (2/7 Nerd/Critic)
Date: 2011-02-14 08:58 pm (UTC)Sometimes, the Nerd didn't know why he did the things he did for a living. If not for his South African boyfriend -- he had to smile a bit -- he would have shaken his head at the idea of his entire goddamn audience requesting him to do a Let's Play of Alpha Protocol.
He didn't even *do* Let's Play's, goddammit! And he'd tried to convince them to lay off but they kept spamming him -- one even offered to repay him with *sex* if he did it!
And so Nerd had obliged, and probably woke up the entire neighborhood cursing out the AI -- that, or they probably thought that his many, many cats were fighting over the fish again.
For all its strengths -- characters, dialogue, yadda yadda yadda --the gameplay was so buggy and incomplete it felt like it had been designed by monkeys. If he and Angry Joe had anything in common, Nerd mused darkly, it was the fact that they lived by the same motto: if it's broke, nothing's gonna fix it.
The Nerd flopped onto the couch and downed a Rolling Rock. Angry Joe was right; for all its strengths, Alpha Protocol *was* a piece of junk.
Re: Taking it Bird By Bird (3/7 Nerd/Critic)
Date: 2011-02-14 09:05 pm (UTC)It was one of those rare, peaceful sunny afternoons that the Nerd had always scoffed at -- if only because of how cheesy they were --when he and the Critic had some time to themselves. No bad videogames, no bad movies, no Chick coming over to "make sure their contract was intact", no nothing. Just cooking. And even if the Critic was *dismal* at it, it didn't really matter.
Over their dinner -- which the Nerd affectionately called "ass grease mixed with cyanide, copyright to Doug Walker since forever" -- the Critic finally opened up about Kickassia, occasionally slipping into South African as he mentioned the Chick -- South African curses, more specifically, that would have made Lewis Black shit his pants in terror.
"That bad, huh?"
The Critic merely nodded, the bleakness that seemed to have set over him since Kickassia suddenly lifting -- he was smiling even: the expression, cheesy as it was, was like a golden ray of sunlight.
"Well," Nerd said, "You always *were* a bit of a fuck-up..."
"You take that back!" The Critic was laughing, though.
"Should I?" the Nerd said, a rare mischievous smile coming to his lips...
By the end of it, they'd already showered to get the traces of the "AGMWC" off, and had flopped comfortably on the couch, sound asleep.
Neither of them would admit to anyone else waking up in the other's arms the next morning.
Re: Taking it Bird By Bird (4/7 Nerd/Critic)
Date: 2011-02-14 09:08 pm (UTC)Lit like a burning city:
The Nerd ran.
It wasn't like he had a chance against the giant robot coming after him. Somehow, it reminded him of some mutant mix of General Grievous and the Pop-eye robot from the TRANSFORMERS movies...but that was irrelevant.
Their universe had fallen.
Critic was dead.
And Nerd had no time to grieve. After a moment of shock when he realized that his *spouse* had basically been murdered in cold blood, Kyle had yanked him up and ordered him to run.
This wasn't like Freddy Krueger, who could be destroyed with the Power Glove, or Michael Myers, who could be destroyed by Optimus Prime. This was a real, breathing *nightmare*.
And the Nerd couldn't wake up.
Re: Taking it Bird By Bird (4/7 Nerd/Critic)
Date: 2011-02-14 11:12 pm (UTC)I laughed when I saw you made the Kickassia stuff canon in the F!V XD
Neither of them would admit to anyone else waking up in the other's arms the next morning
They'll never would, in any !verse lol
The 4th one was sad, poor Nerd.
Can't wait to read the rest
Re: Taking it Bird By Bird (4/7 Nerd/Critic)
Date: 2011-02-14 11:12 pm (UTC)Re: Taking it Bird By Bird (4/7 Nerd/Critic)
Date: 2011-02-14 11:14 pm (UTC)Re: Taking it Bird By Bird (4/7 Nerd/Critic)
Date: 2011-02-14 11:21 pm (UTC)You're a great writer and I am looking forward to the rest :)
Re: Taking it Bird By Bird (4/7 Nerd/Critic)
Date: 2011-02-14 11:22 pm (UTC)Re: Taking it Bird By Bird (5/7 Nerd/Critic)
Date: 2011-02-15 07:35 pm (UTC)Ruling Molossia was, for lack of a better word, *hard*. Between Angry Joe acting crazy and the Chick *possibly* trying to kill him, the Critic simply wished he could curl up in a ball under the bed, back in Chicago, where everything made sense. (An emotion that he knew too well, especially living with Ask That Guy)
But unfortunately, he couldn't. What was he going to do; say, "Okay guys, it's been fun, but now it's time to go home"?
Instead, in between trying his damndest to keep Molossia running and breaking up fights between everyone else, he found himself watching HOGAN'S HEROES and emailing the Nerd.
"Hey there, shitstain,
Wish you were here right now.
No, scratch that. I wish we were *anywhere* but here. (I'm pretty aware of how cliche it sounds. XD)
Angry Joe's been firing at random people and shot down one of our security planes because he thought that the Molossians were counterattacking. How pathetic is that? And then Marz and Linkara got into a fight over punching soldiers into line -- let's say my black eye's taking a while to heal. Honestly, when Chick and Film Brain are the sanest people in the place, you know you're doing something wrong.
Maybe I should have pulled a MASS EFFECT 2 and chosen only the smart ones? Maybe I should have --
You know what, forget it. As long as we're out in the Picture Of Hell, i.e. Nevada, it doesn't matter. :(
So, how are you? How's your LP of ALPHA PROTOCOL? :)
Yours always and forever (oh, God help me. XD),
Critic."
Re: Taking it Bird By Bird (6/7 Nerd/Critic)
Date: 2011-02-15 07:53 pm (UTC)The Nerd couldn't have possibly been more bored in his whole damn life. Between listening to Linkara and the Distressed Watcher go at one another's throats (honestly, if someone didn't tell the Distressed *Douche*mongrel to go fuck himself, there would be hell to pay) and the Critic, of all the people in the world, being *logical*, he already wanted a beer.
"Shut up!" Michaud was valiantly trying to make himself be heard above the yammering crowd. "SHUT. UP!"
The crowd quieted and looked up at Michaud with pure, undiluted animosity in their eyes.
*What a fucking surprise,* the Nerd thought darkly.
"I know this is hard," Michaud said, "But we're not going to survive while we're squabbling like a pack of cats over fish! We have to act!"
"Act?" The Distressed Watcher broke into a hale of despairing laughter. "I thought you knew what you were *doing* when Jesu attacked! I thought you had a *plan*!"
"The plan?"
Mike Ellis stepped forward, and the crowd began whispering amongst themselves -- but fell silent when Michaud gave them a death glare that could have burned through steel.
"The plan?" Ellis was uncommonly grim. "The plan's mostly to survive. And when we get home...hopefully this will be the last time we'll be away from here, ever again."
Re: Taking it Bird By Bird (7/7 Nerd/Critic)
Date: 2011-02-15 07:59 pm (UTC)It was night when the Nerd *finally* got past the idiot doctors -- fucking quacks couldn't doctor an Uwe Boll script, he thought bitterly -- to see the Critic, who was lying in one of the hospital beds, uncommonly quiet. The Nerd's scowl deepened; something about seeing the Critic like this was unsettling. This wasn't the man he'd fallen in love with and married.
The Critic's eyes fluttered open, and somehow, they'd never looked so blue. "Hey, shitstain."
The Nerd relaxed, allowing himself to chuckle a bit as he took the Critic's hand. "You doing okay, asswipe?"
"Mmmm...good. Hate being...hooked up to this needle machine thingy though."
"You don't need to worry." The thunder in the Nerd's ears that had been threatening to roll since he'd argued with that idiot Ratched-wannabe-nurse who kept saying that Critic was sick with that damn Stepford grin of hers had turned into a scarlet haze inside his head. "We're going after Jesu and Vyce, and we're going to beat the snot out of them. They'll wish they never fucked with us."
"You really shouldn't do that."
"Critic, she betrayed you -- "
"She isn't a bad person, Nerd. She just...has issues that need fixing."
The Critic fell sound asleep, and it was midnight when the nurse dismissed the Nerd from Critic's bed with that sugary sweet grin of hers. But Nerd knew this.
*I'd storm heaven and hell to protect you...if only I knew where they were.*
Re: Taking it Bird By Bird (7/7 Nerd/Critic)
Date: 2011-02-15 08:44 pm (UTC)I really like all of the drabbles here, are they meant to be two seperate stories or just one big one?
If it is one big story, I think you should share it with the comm.
Re: Taking it Bird By Bird (7/7 Nerd/Critic)
Date: 2011-02-15 08:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-15 03:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-15 03:48 am (UTC)I apologize if I sound greedy or somehing
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Date: 2011-02-15 12:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-15 12:59 pm (UTC)Nerd/Critic or Linkara, any verse: 15
Linkara, uhh lets go with ForiegnVerse just cause: 17
Linkara, any verse:13
Insano and Critic being well boys, ForiegnVerse: 5
I think I got most of the list now lol
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Date: 2011-02-15 01:00 pm (UTC)Disconnect and Self-Destruct One Bullet At A Time (1/5)
Date: 2011-02-15 02:31 pm (UTC)Sometimes, when he was trying to forget about Linkara and everything that had happened to him, everything that had been done to him and everything he had done in the battle against Lord Vyce and Ex Nihilo, the Great Destroyer, he went to Nerd, for old times' sake. They lay in each other's arms, listening to the faint sound of South African music, while Critic, for this moment, found a degree of peace.
Neither of them mentioned Linkara or JesuOtaku when they awoke, though it was written on their faces, and in their eyes. They'd lived with one another for so long that it was almost like they could read the other's minds.
But even as they ate more of "Rob's Fried Dysentery", as the Critic affectionately referred to the scrambled eggs as (being a bad cook seemed to run in the Walker family), it seemed as though the war with Lord Vyce had never happened.
Re: Disconnect and Self-Destruct One Bullet At A Time (2/5)
Date: 2011-02-15 02:36 pm (UTC)The Critic didn't even know why he was doing this. Here he was, fighting for his life against JesuOtaku, who seemed to have gotten *stronger* since he'd last seen her. He wasn't just fighting for Nerd, or himself, although those factors played into the fight so fluidly that they were one and the same.
He was fighting for his friends. And for Jesu...the woman she used to be, not the bitter shell she had become.
A sharp crack made him wince as Jesu slammed him into the wall. "I expected more from you, Critic. Your friends have to despise you as much as I do if they saw you cowering in fear."
Critic stumbled to his feet, hurling a grenade at Jesu to incapacitate her.
It missed.
A hurricane roared to life outside the window, and despite his best efforts, Critic fell.
He fell forever.
And then --
"Need a hand, bastard?"
*Chick.*
Somehow, she and the Nerd had managed to commandeer a *hovercraft* -- perhaps in desperation, anything was possible -- and the Critic was still gasping for breath and borderline sobbing as they got him to safety.
"You okay?"
When the Nerd wasn't calling him "shitstain", "assmongrel", or any one of the endearments they used if only because "darling" was too weak, you knew something was wrong.
"Are you hurt?" Nerd insisted.
"Just my pride," Critic said, trying to smile, but meaning it so much that somehow, they had no idea. "Just my pride."
Re: Disconnect and Self-Destruct One Bullet At A Time (3/5)
Date: 2011-02-15 02:40 pm (UTC)It was when he woke in the hospital room that he saw Chick and Nerd standing over him, Chick's hair rumpled like she'd gotten out of a swimming pool. Faintly, the memories began to return...fighting, and saving Cy, and --
"Where's Jesu?"
"She escaped." Chick's voice had a tinge of distaste in it -- for whom, Critic couldn't tell. "She's just as cowardly as ever."
"Don't say stuff like that." Somehow, the Critic was glad Nash was around. He didn't need to hear that Samus-X22 was actually his girlfriend --
"Look, Critic, whoever she used to be, she -- "
"Everybody out!" Michaud ordered. "Man needs his rest. No exceptions!"
It spoke to Michaud's presence that everyone managed to file out at once. Michaud's voice softened as he looked at Critic.
"Get some rest, Critic. If you haven't got your health, you haven't got anything."
And so Critic fell into deep sleep, dreaming of a world without Vyce, a world without the Destroyer...a world without war.
He dreamed about the day he and Nerd said their vows, and the snowball fight on Christmas Eve...
He dreamed.
And dreamed forever.
To the point that upon waking, reality couldn't have been more anticlimactic.
But then again, that was reality in a nutshell, wasn't it?
Re: Disconnect and Self-Destruct One Bullet At A Time (4/5)
Date: 2011-02-15 02:46 pm (UTC)It was the next morning when Critic stumbled down the stairs in a half-daze -- he was the worst morning person on the planet, as Chick and Rob had said -- and heard the sound of arguing. Nerd, obviously, as well as Nash.
And for once, Nerd was playing the voice of reason here. Unsettling.
"...what the ass-shit-fuck is *wrong* with you, you little shitstain?! Don't you have the guts to stand and fight?"
"It's one thing to be fighting robots, it's another thing -- "
"At least do it for *her*! What would Jesu have done if she were in your pants?"
"Don't force me to choose between you and J -- "
"Hey guys," Critic said mock-cheerfully, "How are things going?"
Nash and the Nerd looked up at him as if he'd arrived in the kitchen wearing nothing but a thong.
"Oh hey, Critic," Nash said, a bit unsteadily. Critic couldn't help but notice his bloodshot eyes, and the fact that the wound from the Battle of Hell's Creek was still fresh -- despite the fact it had happened over a week ago. "We were just...shooting the breeze. How's your arm?"
"Getting better. What's for breakfast?"
Nash made a face. "Porridge."
"Please," Nerd said, "It's pronounced 'Ass-shit-fuck-diarrhea-made-by-monkeys'...and if you start freaking about about *monkeys*, Nash, I swear I'll spank you with the Power Glove."
"Okay," Critic said, trying to smile. "Still better than Rob's cooking, I guess."
"What was that about my cooking?"
And even as they playfully bickered over breakfast, Critic, momentarily, forgot what they were arguing about in the first place.
Re: Disconnect and Self-Destruct One Bullet At A Time (5/5)
Date: 2011-02-15 02:50 pm (UTC)It was long after Critic and the Nerd had shouted playful insults all the way up the stairs that Nash finally got a degree of peace and quiet. Even sitting on the couch, watching DR. WHO, the memory of the Nerd calling him a "fucking coward" somehow stung even more than any other insult the Nerd could have come up with.
The worst part was that in a sick way, the Nerd was *right*. He'd been so in denial, so scared to acknowledge things had changed that --
Someone placed a warm arm on his shoulder, and Lupa snuggled in. Nash startled at first, before finally deciding to let her stay. God knows he needed it...
They continued to watch DR. WHO, Lupa sound asleep on his shoulder, and for the first time in a long while, Nash...Nash was genuinely at peace.
Re: Disconnect and Self-Destruct One Bullet At A Time (5/5)
Date: 2011-02-15 03:04 pm (UTC)Re: Disconnect and Self-Destruct One Bullet At A Time (5/5)
Date: 2011-02-15 03:05 pm (UTC)(Mostly taking some time to...recharge my batteries, really. :)
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Date: 2011-02-15 02:55 pm (UTC)It was morning when the Critic discovered Linkara's note. Other than phrases such as *feeling like Frodo after the destruction of the Ring* and *can't be here anymore* and blah blah blah, he couldn't quite make out what the *hell* Linkara was talking about. But it didn't matter. The words themselves felt like being punched in the chest by a Gamorrean. Or a rancor. He went still, slumping on the couch, and hardly heard the Nerd's approach until he was already in the room.
The Nerd took the note from Critic's hands and merely nodded, before putting an arm around the Critic's shoulder. *It'll be okay,* his eyes said, uncharacteristically soft and kind. *Everything will be okay. I promise.*
Neither of them mentioned it to anyone else for the rest of the day. For all everyone else knew, Linkara was just running an errand and would be back soon.
But Critic knew better.
*We have to go after him.*
*But how?*
*Arrange a rescue team. Anything.*
*You're no hero.*
*No.* The Critic punched his pillow into a more comfortable shape. *But it doesn't mean I can't try...*
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Date: 2011-02-15 03:09 pm (UTC)"Don't worry about that!" Jesu's voice was barely audible over the wind. "Linkara couldn't have gotten far in this weather."
Nash could only sigh. "I'm not worried that he didn't, I'm worried that he *did*. Trust me, I've seen him break the rules more times than I can count."
Jesu playfully arched an eyebrow. "Like the incident with Godzilla, for example?"
Nash good-naturedly rolled his eyes. "You don't have to remind me."
"Hey, lovebirds!" Rob said. "How about we focus on finding the comic geek? We can banter later."
Nash sighed. "No problem, Rob!" Muttering the word "bossy" under his breath, he could only hope that Linkara was okay.
Tibet, after all, was no place for a sane man.
Not the passages under the mountains, anyways.
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Date: 2011-02-15 03:14 pm (UTC)"Well, looks like we're going to be stuck here for a while, aren't we?"
The gun didn't respond, but she could feel her master's exhaustion through the bond they shared. Linkara slumped against the cave wall.
"I really shouldn't have done this. I shouldn't have left them behind. But it's the only way."
The gun merely sent quiet, gentle reassurance through their bond. Her partner, her friend...he didn't deserve to suffer like this.
"All right, let's see what we have. Ah yes...snacks, comics, video equipment -- not that it'll work in a freaking *cave* -- and...Jesus, why did I bring the vevulzea horns with me again?"
The gun already knew the answer.
"Oh right...sentimental reasons. Well, looks like we'll be here for a while," Linkara said miserably. "Might as well get comfortable."
They'd be stuck here for a long time, the gun knew.
But as long as she was with her master in that abandoned cave when he died, if only to ease his pain...so much the better.
He wouldn't die though.
He didn't need luck, though. Though some people might disagree, she'd been with him long enough to know that he'd -- mostly -- gotten out of the situations he was in on his own. He was brave, clever, and always kind.
And so she'd follow him, to whereever their paths would lead.
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Date: 2011-02-15 03:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-15 03:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-15 05:04 pm (UTC)Sorry if it's not very good...
Date: 2011-02-15 05:37 pm (UTC)"Insano! I'm home!"
Spoony practically bounded through the front door. Today had actually been a good day; the ToddintheShadows crossover had been filmed, he hadn't gotten a *single* death threat against Scarlett or anyone else, and Insano hadn't broken anything.
Well...not yet.
When Spoony walked in the front door, however, the kitchen was...to say it was a sight to behold was quite the understatement really. Custard bowls were everywhere, with Son of Insano contentedly licking up the pieces on the floor, and the Critic, the Nerd, and Dr. Insano wearing perfectly sheepish expressions on their faces.
"What the hell happened?" Spoony demanded.
"It was his idea!" the three boys protested, each pointing at the other. Spoony, trying to keep his "stern" face on as much as possible, inspected the scene.
It took a long while before he broke into a smile, having *finally* realized what scheme Insano had suckered Critic and Nerd into this time.
"Building a tower out of custard? Are you serious?"
Re: Sorry if it's not very good...
Date: 2011-02-15 08:40 pm (UTC)Re: Sorry if it's not very good...
Date: 2011-02-15 08:42 pm (UTC)